Kristin Kababik U6782074

9th Century Novel

TM 01

Part 1

In Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, the title character has to keep vigil over an apparently dying Mr Mason while Mr Rochester goes off for help. The overwhelming sentiment gained from reading these paragraphs is that this heroine is rather breathless and filled with anxiety. The short and incomplete sentences mimicking her eyes darting around the room and reflecting the short breaths she must be taking. There is also the sense of her mind running away with fright the longer she sits there nursing Mr Mason, worrying if Grace Poole, whom she believed to be the cause of this trauma, was capable of getting out and attacking her in the same way. The longer she sits in this darkening room the more questions pop into her head and without answers to them, they only get worse and more frequent.

Jane Eyre's description of the patient's eyes actually quite reflects what her own would be doing if she didn't have him to look after so closely. The eyes darting around, opening and closing, the horrified look in his eyes mirroring her own emotions.

The language used in this section shifts from the previously almost overly descriptive to very brief synopsis of what her anxious mind can hold on to. The short sentences all dutifully begin with 'I must' which the reader should expect from the character of Jane Eyre that we have gotten to know up to this point. This dutiful stream of thought ends with her looking at the religious aspects of the room finally looking upon the 'dying Christ'. She starts seeing things that aren't there but are perceived through the low flickering light and her anxiety. She was torn between listening for relief toward the door out into the rest of the house and the threat of movement from the door leading deeper into the house where the reason for this terror resided.
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Following the intense feelings of duty is the spiral of questions arising from the situation that left her alone with only a victim and her thoughts. Starting with the questions of what happened followed by who this injured man was and how this all came to be, each group of new questions seemed to crescendo more urgency. All of this thought and emotion percolated into an almost verbal cry to herself trying to hurry the return of Rochester. Just as things begin to turn black, both the candle and her patient, relief and light came back to her ...

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